Page 61 of The Exiled Dragon

Creed’s tongue dipped into her core, swirling against her clit. Her hand immediately went to his braids that were becoming undone from her rough pulls into his hair. Groaning, Creed gripped her thighs, sharp claws grazing her skin. The slight scratches healed instantly. Not one drop of her blood spilled. Her flower wept the more he sucked her clit, his member swollen with desire rubbing against her leg as he pulled her clit with his teeth.

“Creed!” she screamed. His heart raced through his chest, proud of how he could make her fall apart with just a few flicks of his tongue and lips. His Dragon hummed in appreciation, pleased with the work they had done.

“Your taste,” he hummed as she rode the invisible wave of pleasure, “so magnificent.” Creed’s Dragon had had enough. His thick cock was filled with blood, ready to be sheathed in her wet cavern that beckoned him.

Creed dipped his fingers into her flower, stretching the cavern that lay beneath the darkness. His one finger proving to be tight, he grunted in satisfaction with how his cock will feel in the tightness of her core. Forcing his finger inside, he pushed it quickly, curling his fingers as he did so. Odessa’s hands were in his braids, pulling him, begging him to kiss her.

Growling left Creed’s chest, the primal animal in him loving being so close to sheathing his cock into her body. Angrier finger thrusts pushed into her, her back arching off the furs. “Ahh!” Odessa’s mouth was silenced with a kiss, Creed’s dragon desperately wanting to take his mate now.

Odessa breathed thickly, too embarrassed to look into Creed’s eyes at the pleasure she had just gained. “Look at me.” Creed’s smooth words had her looking at him in an instant. That sweet voice only meant for her to listen to that will only last for a few hours. She’d do anything he asked her to do with that tender voice. “Do you desire me, mate?” Odessa’s voice fell from her lips. This wasn’t the same Creed. With his voice, he had become powerful, dominating and asking such questions that made her blush.

“Do you desire me as much as I desire you? Do you wish for me to fill you with my seed?” Odessa’s heart stopped as he hovered over her body. Creed parted her lower lips with his fingers, planting one inside her body again. Her core instantly constricted, and he pushed two of his fingers inside. Creed’s heavy breath became labored, his hips automatically following his finger as he pushed it in and out of her body. His restraint was fleeting, the sweat building on his forehead. His thighs tightened around one leg he had entangled with his mate. Groaning, he tried to hold off just a little longer. Stretching her, moving her, getting her comfortable.

Chest tightening, Odessa saw his muscles become larger, holding every ounce of restraint he had. He was doing this for her, making her feel comfortable through it all, not trying to scare her like the many times before when the Duke tried to touch her.

Creed bit his lower lip, his tongue sweeping across his chapped lips, watching Odessa fall apart.

Odessa gripped against his biceps, her hips meeting his every slow thrust. Becoming bold, wanting to make sure his mate could take his thick member, he entered yet another finger, pushing himself harder. “Oh, that feels…” Odessa couldn’t catch her breath, the feeling of being so full had her lose her words, but her eyes stayed on Creed. The fire in his eyes lightened, sparkling with lust as his body shook with anticipation.

Odessa’s tiny fingers gripped into Creed’s back, leaving trails of scratches down his sides. His muscles contracted, feeling the fire touches run through his body and straight to his shaft.

He had tried to be slow and gentle, but it was a losing battle with his Dragon inside him. The animal, the primal instinct to mark her now, had come to fruition.

“I need you,” he spoke, still gentle and sincere. His Dragon roared inside him, rearing back his mighty head at the realization his human now understood the need to mark what was theirs.

“What are you waiting for?” she wailed again, still feeling the heat of his fingers against her core. His nose grazed her shoulder, gently nipping the unmarked side. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m afraid to.”

Creed pulled his fingers from Odessa, putting them to his lips, licking them clean. Odessa’s nails gripped into his armored skin. “You won’t hurt me,” she muttered, tickling the underside of his jaw. She had remembered when he accidentally grazed her shoulder and how erotic it felt. Maybe a little pain wouldn’t be so bad.

Feeling confident, Odessa reached lower with her free hand, grazing his tantalizing muscles down his ripped torso. Creed felt her every fire-like touch as her fingers gripped his overly large girth. Her legs parted wider to accommodate his muscular hips and torso. “Please, you wanted me to beg a little, right?” She smiled, rubbing the tip of his cock at her entrance. Creed groaned, his back tendons tightening. Throwing his head back, his scales rippled down parts of his body as he felt the intense pleasure. His Dragon growled deep within him, causing Odessa’s body to faithfully react. Sweet drips of her flower had the furs beneath her soaked with her sweet scent. As wet as Odessa was, there was no resistance as he pushed his shaft into her. Pushing it further, Odessa let out a small cry. Immediately stopping, he placed kisses across her jawline.

“Almost there,” he whispered in her ear. “I can stop.”

Odessa shook her head, her legs now wrapping around his torso. “More,” she begged again. Her soul wished for his to meet hers, and with every passing measurement, she was that much closer. Pushing further, he met her to the hilt, his cock throbbing at her cervix, ready to release his seed.

Odessa seemed to tolerate the large intrusion. Creed’s beast took over. He began a steady rhythm, pulling out slightly and pushing forward, causing Odessa’s breasts to leap. Creed’s eyes never strayed from Odessa’s face, watching her breathe his name as he moved her higher and higher on their nest with his demanding hips. Odessa’s head threw back, exposing her neck. “Yes, oh my gosh!” Creed’s beast pushed further, harder into her body, proud of her for taking it like the perfect mate she was.

“More!” Her toes curled, arching her back, causing her breasts to touch Creed’s torso. She fell, and her Dragon was not far behind. He licked her shoulder, burying his nose into the aromatic scent that came from it. Her bouquet had become stronger, seeping into the cave.

It shone in his eyes. Her body was a treasure he wanted to sink his teeth into. His teeth itched, elongating into the Dragon form he held so dear. Odessa’s legs gripped a hold of Creed as he pulled her up to a sitting position, still straddling his waist. He sat on his knees, pushing her up and down on his cock, hitting Odessa in places she had never felt. Waves of her nectar dripped to the base of his cock. The slapping of their bodies echoed through the cave, Odessa’s head lulling back and forth as Creed’s muscular arms pulled her up and down his shaft.

Odessa no longer held back her moans; the feeling in her body had to be released for him to know just how she was feeling, and all she felt was the lightning of pleasure shocks through her body. “You’re mine, Odessa,” the sweet voice trailed through her ears. “Mine to protect, mine to love.” Odessa’s tears escaped her eyes while she held on tightly to her Dragon. This Dragon had stolen her heart, and he didn’t even need his voice to do it.

The build-up was becoming too much. Her body arched backward at the same time Creed’s fangs came down on her shoulder, his sharp fangs not causing pain but a shock wave of pleasure for the both of them. His cock released ropes of his seed into Odessa’s womb. Grunting, feeling the teeth penetrate even deeper, he felt the bone with his fangs. As much as he wanted to pull away, his Dragon had staked his claim and would not let go until the bond was completed.

Odessa slumped in Creed's arms, feeling an unknown power run through her deeper than the orgasm she just had. Warm blood dripped down her back as Creed’s embrace became impossibly tighter. Laying her down on their bed of furs, his teeth slowly retracted. His Dragon’s tongue licked away any remnants of a bite. The blood was cleaned, and a beautiful scar of Dragon’s teeth lined up with her shoulder.

Creed’s chest puffed out with pride, seeing his mark decorate his beautiful mate’s shoulder. “I love you.” Odessa looked up at him with hazy eyes. Her lashes were becoming too heavy and pulled at her eyelids.

“And I love you, Odessa. My love, my life, my true treasure.” Odessa’s eyes closed softly. Creed curled up against his mate with his large tail wrapped around them in their cocoon.

Creed, the mighty Black Dragon, told from an early age that he would not be granted such a wonderful gift because of his birth, now had the gift of the Moon Goddess. A mate, his mate, the truest treasure that the Gods could ever give to any soul.

Chapter 39

Creed

I couldn’t sleep. I was too enthralled with my mate. She was sleeping peacefully, her body completely limp as the soft snores left her pouty lips. Her eyes twitched as she dreamed. My hand constantly stroked my mark, now with a healed scar and a lightly colored Dragon’s head in the middle. Dragons were one of the only Shifters known to leave a tattoo that matched that of our Dragon.

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